Super Musicians Breakthrough Do by Marlynn Swanigan
Super Musicians Breakthrough do
By Marlynn Swanigan
Copyright 2013 Marlynn Swanigan
God is most vigilant and thus no man can out-party God...
Warning: Consult with your doctor before reading if you have a history of epilepsy or seizures. Certain readers may experience environmental alteration, slight warping, and impulsive adrenalin rushes at various checkpoints. Keep your hands and feet inside the story at all times, blah blah blah, and, finally, all characters are professional actors; please do not attempt to do any of the stunts exhibited. Have fun, and thank you for choosing us.
The ‘resurrect people’ song:
Be sure to bring refreshments, because it’s gonna work, and when it does, whomever you raise may be in a lot of pain! - That's not a joke! Speak into their body to contact their spirit and sing these lyrics in your own voice,
Norm lyric ♫°wherever you are-hhhhhh♫°
Charging lyric ♫°whoever you are-hhhhhh♫°
Charger lyric ♫°come back to li-hhhhhh-fe♫°
And that’s super music; charger double clocks listeners...Makes ‘em move in fast-mo’! This super song raises the dead.
Bots, officers, and gawndi-points:
Currencies
Hollowbot= 1 bot
Marrownaut= 1,000 bots
Hollownaut= 100,000 bots
Moonnaut/Moon= 1,000,000 bots
Dead Gawnden (Death points)
Captain (1DP - 49 DP)
Duke/Doctor (50 DP - 89 DP)
Scold/Professor (90 DP - 99 DP)
Mega Villain/Demon (175 DP↓)
Living Gawnden (Life points)
Saint (1LP - 99 LP)
Super (100 LP – 299 LP)
Hyper (300 LP - 999 LP)
Ultra Hero/God (1000 LP↑)
Whichever is beneath it, it can possess and it can summon, and that is the current standing ordinance of the bots.
If heaven were a video game, no system would be able to render its graphics...We’re sharp; they’re blurry 2D...
Moons:
When we are wealthy enough from scourging the monsters and unplugging enough of the enemy forces, we can recycle our Hollowbots, which can become any element, to build our own custom arenas. The greatest amongst us aim to, someday, purchase one of the many moons of Axe to customize our own rules, wars, and dwellers.
SECTION I
THE SUPER MULTIPLEX GAWNDEN
Bishop Martin approaches the podium of the quiet but packed chapel and speaks into the microphone. “Any visitors we have with us today, if you wanna stand up and introduce yourselves, now; you're more than welcome to.” That morning was a good new start for me. I hadn't been to church in five months. It was still as peaceful as I remembered. You could tell someone had been praying over it; it had that fog-like clean-holy fresh air. My church had the Holy Ghost. None of my friends knew I was a Mormon. They didn't know I was a holy-thief either. I was a quiet guy before, anyway. I wanted to keep it that way. I didn't know what to do, so, I just tried to go back to normal. I hopped up and stood on my seat. I levitate with a twist-somersault. I made a few grown men scream like little girls. The visitors didn't know me, but the members could see it coming. I was never very shy in church like in school. I was a rascal in church! My broad halo glittered when I was in motion, nuking the chapel with holy fire, melting the evil-arctic devils waiting for me outside the church, and turning them all into holy water. Some of the people had the pure heart organ, so, they could see the water on the entrance doors. Bishop Martin so calmly rose up and tapped the mic. “Oh...his merciful... Don't be afraid, it's ok...” Bishop Martin said, letting the visitors know I was about to speak with his eyes abruptly scanning his hymns. There was a toddler, Jacob, crying and crawling over his family to get away from me. I mean, Jacob got the holy nuke thing, but sometimes - I guess some kids just don't know how to react to smoking-blaze eyes and lucid-flame force fields. When I heard him, I started twitching, charged at him, and yelled, “YUM...TINY MAN MAKE GOOD FOR LOW CHOLESTOROL! MMM-” Jacob faced me, looked me in my blazing eyes and yelled, “NO!” his eyes tearing up, full of fear. I could tell the kid had the juice by the way he yelled. I aimed the palm of my hand at him as the church snickered. From inside Jacob’s skin, an identical-toddler clone sprang out to his left, levitated next to him, and screamed louder than he did! The Hollowbot was twice as scared. “HELP ME!” the Hollowbot cried to Jacob, while Jacob was suddenly in full-body armor. He had on a little helmet and his little halo sparkled when he moved. The bot handed him a sword and said, “HEWE, WUSE THIS!” I acted like the sword was dreadful. “OH NO – I HATE BLADES!” I settled onto the floor of the chapel. “BRING IT, KID! NO! NOT THE SWORD!” Jacob laughed, stumbling over in the heavy suit, all the way to kick my butt! He swung the sword and connected! I melted, haunted the floor, and popped up behind him in a naval officer uniform, holding a giant medal of honor. He couldn't lift it! “You been eatin' your veggies, corporal?” He tries to lift it again in his little navy uniform. He falls one way and the medal rolls off the other way. “Uhh...Corporal...?” I salute Jacob, teleport back to where I was sitting, and introduce myself. “I'm brother Swanigan, I’ve been comin' here since I was twelve, but, recently I’ve been skippin' church. Now I’m back to get some o' this good ol' bread and wine!” Jacob comes runnin' for me again, so, I lift him and hover him above me telekinetically. “AAAA!” Jacob screams, trying to swim to me for a scuffle. Jacob 's father went to go get the medal, shedding tears doing so. He was a struggling, hard working, man. His wife was unable to bear any more children and his son didn't have anyone to play with. He was always working. “Ahhhh...” I said. I erased the medal and summoned a new similar medal made of gold! I could give away my armor; it's endless... I always had a joke, man... “Kill and eat...” I summoned a fresh Hollownaut and it looked like I did at two years of age! I gave it to the man. “Thank you-” the man cried.
As the church chattered, hugged, and met, a little girl dressed up like a doll shoved me from behind. She was wearing her mom's make-up; it was so cute. I paused and grinned at her for a few seconds, and then I pledged, “YOU'RE JUST AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOU WANNA BE!”
“They're not worshipping me...”
“Uh-ha-yes they are, Sarah...”
“No they're not...” she had, like, four angels, disguised as foreign uncles, carrying things around for her and heavily polished with make-up. Sarah was very fruitful; she had the starry eyes organ plus a pure heart! The starry eyes organ will make her guardian angels visible to her, and the pure heart will make them physically there! I cover my face and turn where they couldn't see me laugh. She walks around to finish talking to me. “I'm not done talking...”
“Worship means to love and admire - they love you - don't you think?”
“Well why are they moving so slow?”
“Angels don't long for anything unless they're sinister. I think they're having an allergic reaction to the earth. They need more make-up. Make a giant bowl and fill it with water so they can swim around.” A cold heart makes demons physically there. That's why you should never fear Satan. He doesn't deserve fear, which is the driving force of human nature. Just as he mocks you, you should mock him ten times harder...
The angels look at me like I had cursed them forever. Sarah smiled big, for a few seconds. “HA-AWWW,” I said. She was missing a tooth. “Don't you wanna see that face?”
“NO...” they chorus with honesty. “Well excuse me; I had a medal for you guys too. That's too bad.”
“Whoopee....” One of the angels said and went back to work. “Bishop Martin! Like my new trick?” I interrupt the bishop while he was talking to the
“Naa, it wasn't me.”
“Really...?”
“Kid's got the juice...” the Bishop laughs and turns back to the visitors.
During Sunday school, I summoned a huge sky-box on the roof of the church. All the adults sat in it, watching a movie of me and the children downstairs via a huge screen. The army of knight-children raised their swords as high as they could and cheered for me as I slowly stepped in front of them to speak. I had flying cameras shooting us at different angles with heroic brasses for background music. We had gathered in the front, by the entrance doors. In the hallway behind us was a fancy metal bar-gate, tall enough to block out the enraged drooling wyverns and werewolves, roaring, growling, climbing, scratching, pulling, and gnawing on the bars furiously! The parents laughed, watching their children also roar for justice and gnawing on chewy candy! Aah! It's a scary sight. “WHY SHOULD WE NOT HAVE PEACE...?” I cried... the children cheered, the monsters started to move in fast-motion. Then the children double clock in their armor. It was bionic fast-motion; it wasn't real... Their parents grew weak with laughter toward the banging